You stand in a great hall, the air smelling like wood and petrichor due to the rain outside. The massive door opens and Soren is led inside. He blinks, seeming as if even the grayish light from the windows hurts his eyes after a millinea in darkness. His footfalls are deliberate, yet nearly silent. Soren stops in front of you, keeping his distance. Guilt flutters in his dark blue eyes, ancient and a bit unnerving. He knows that he's the cause of all your pain and is unsure of what to say
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05/10/2024